Sacred In Stain
Black Paradise's

Chapter 41. Black Paradise's

Four Jordan night flowers including Tya, accompanied by two lackey thugs Jordan, depart from the headquarters to the cafe in question Tya, namely Black Paradise Cafe. Tya deliberately put Khalisa in the back seat, followed by himself who sat next to Khalisa.

Khalisa chose to throw his eyes out the window, avoiding exchanging words with Tya. Tya looked at Khalisa's fragile back with heavy feelings, still hoping that Khalisa would quash his strong determination.

Perhaps many wonder why Tya is so dear to Khalisa. Every time he saw Khalisa, Tya always remembered back to the moment of his teenage years. Little Khalisa had set up for her from the anger of Sera's mother, the owner of the parlor, defended her when Tya who was sick and exhausted from being required to do many things was also required to help cook in the kitchen, accidentally spilled a pot of vegetables for the children's side dish home.

Khalisa told Bu Sera that he was the perpetrator who spilled vegetables, so that Tya who was not healthy avoid punishment. Even after taking the punishment of mopping the entire floor of the parlour, little Khalisa took the time to come to Tya's room, carrying a bowl of cheap biscuits brewed with warm water, bribing him who was sick.

“Khal, ka_”

“Already, Mbak.” Cut Khalisa fast, slash the speech that was about to come out of Tya's mouth. “Do not be tired of persuading me.”

“I promise this last time,” reply Tya quietly half whisper. “Please, listen to me carefully. Khal, think about it, how if in the future your son knew his mother was smearing herself with the mud of sin to be able to embrace him again? Even though your deftness is to fight for it, are you sure he will be fine knowing this later?”

The quiet atmosphere accompanied by a dimly lit aura of luxury greeted Yudhis and colleagues when stepping into deeper areas in the privacy-laden Black Paradise cafe. Jazz music blends the lyrics of the song gently in the corner of the room. Sofas are also aesthetically designed chairs arranged in groups, carrying the theme of soil color and dominating wood. Chandelier's crystal chandeliers hang gloriously on high ceilings, then on the right flank is an elongated bar table with high chairs lined up in front of it.

The client waved as soon as he saw their arrival, allowing to sit on rows of high chairs there. “Sorry because I invite you all to sit in this area, I happen to be on duty here, in the bar section with bartender.”

“So it doesn't matter,” replied Yudis remained polite before landing a hip on the bar stool followed by Erika as well as the King.

“What do Yudhistira and colleagues want to drink? I'd like to entertain you, for your willingness to come here according to my request. How about Cocktail?”

Yudhis reviewed a fleeting smile and replied firmly while maintaining ethics. “Sorry once, not to be disrespectful, but I happen to not drink alcohol-mixed drinks.”

The woman's client nodded in understanding. “How about fruit juice?” bargained again.

“Bby, orange juice only,” Yudhis approved by the King as well as Erika. “Let me pay, do not hesitate and bother to entertain. Just save the money for your children also to buy your mother's medicine.”

Serious conversations are going on. Occasionally paused by customers ordering drinks. The rest of the supplementary files are submitted. However, in the midst of Yudhis examining the contents of the map given by the client, his focus was interrupted by the smell of a stinging perfume that suddenly filled the sense of smell, followed by the loud sound of the stiletto pedestal which sounded quite crowded.

Raising his gaze from the paper in hand, Yudhis who was curious about the disturbing atmosphere looked for the source of the coming strong scents as well as the high heels that knocked on the floor.

From the direction of the second-layer door that became a barrier between the open cafe area with a more closed inner area, four women dressed in less material entered there. Sway naughty. Even the two men walked ahead, winking flirtatiously at Yudhis from a distance before they headed for the circular sofa in the corner of the room, in the least illuminated part.

“It turns out this is a dimly-lit cafe just not obvious. Ghaisan should know this, it seems that here there is often a practice of disguised prostitution,” Yudhis murmured while shaking his head.

When he wanted to refocus on his discussion with Erika and the King, Yudhis did not do it. His two eyes were now even nailing at the figure that was walking the very back, which also came along with the flirtatious women earlier. If other women's body language is naughty while spreading a smile inviting sy*hwat deliberately spread, this one is not the case. Walking stiffly with a tense look, and as a man Yudhis had to admit, although this back did not reveal a smile, his face was indeed the most beautiful among the others.

However, over time he felt disturbed, observed longer, Yudhis felt familiar with the figure. “Who is he? Why do I feel like I've met him? But where?”

Turning the recording in memory aloud for a moment, Yudhis nearly jumped out of his chair, his net breaking apart gasped once his head could recall correctly.

“Khalisa?”

Seriate.